The Drapes Were Closed Then

The drapes were closed then

but the moon ceded you the same

small drops of white in your hair

and gentlest kiss across your face

so as to not wake you

 

I wonder if you knew, even in sleep

when I got up and walked away,

felt the passing of my shadow cool

the warm moonlight on your cheek

and leave your side empty

 

I hope you feel, in the morning

the regret I left there beside you

lost somewhere in between

the silent footsteps

and unfelt words

 

Your bed might be smaller now

but I hope you sleep the same

under the gaze of your loving moon

tangled in blankets and pillows

and black and white dreams